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Inspiration Thursday: A Poem For Breakfast

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Yesterday, I cried

yesterday when life was grey

yesterday when I lived alone

rag and bone

alone, just me and my spit

yesterday, I cried

envisioning a life free from my sin

free from those who choose

to bruise

my heart

yesterday I cried

alone in the world

I was alone

with over a thousand humans who claim my

mitochondrial DNA, they

left me for dead

alone

abandoned

Yesterday I cried

but today

I rejoice

I rejoice while I hold my daughters in my arm

one on my back

one in the front

I rejoice at over a decade with my true love

yesterday I cried

but today

I rejoice

 

 

A Poem For Breakfast

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Just

 

just close the door

just don’t speak

just love

just try

just be

just listen to the wailing  of my heart

singing dirges in the dark

singing dirty songs of teary eyes and

happy children

carry me away

just do

just be

just try

just listen to me

i just am

just me

just a girl

listen: I, a teary eyed eyed girl in the dark

praying to the buddha for peace

just listening

to sad folk songs on the radio

he sings of sadness and

heartbreak

i am

just me

just a girl

just me

being me

being the teary eyed girl

with happy little girls

and a happy life

and a laughing buddha at my altar

now the tears

are happy tears.

Inspiration Thursday: A Poem For Breakfast

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this is a poem about my invisible friend. I had a few of them as a kid, but this one was one that I had forgotten about, until for some reason I remembered while reading a wikipedia on Geronimo. So I named this poem after him.

 

 

a tale of my Geronimo

he descended from the heavens to save me

he

watched over and protected me

when I was just a girl

a tale of my Geronimo

he was not god nor man

my geronimo was a tall dark man

Proud

a native of the land in which I reside

a tale of my Geronimo

when I cried he heard it

when I laughed he laughed

a tale of my Geronimo

tall, dark native man

watching over me

he stood over me tall and proud

so quiet I could barely remember

seeing him

listening to him

whenever life brought me tears

almost like a papa

like he cared about me

this is the tale of my geronimo

and to him

I give my thanks.

Inspiration Thursday: A Poem for Breakfast

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(sort of a part 2 to the one I posted last week)

 

 

 

she held a gun to the sky

 

aimed at what they held sacred

 

all they taught was hatred

 

all they taught her was to cry

 

meanwhile the girl with a gun

 

now she enters the room

 

war paint on, and artilery ready

 

she’s a tough girl

 

now

 

she held a gun to the sky

 

the little girl with a gun

 

“I’m a tough girl now” she said

 

she don’t need

 

no one

 

 

 

tears and pain and bloodied heart

 

she just left them on the table

 

she left it there for the dogs

 

to lick the wounds once she left

 

 

 

“I’m a tough girl now” she said

 

said the girl with a gun

 

said the little girl left for lost

 

 

 

she wandered through the forest

 

she wandered through the earth

 

 

 

then one day, she met a wizard

 

a magik man indeed

 

with his magic lute in hand

 

he cast a spell

 

on her

 

and then now, she was smitten

 

“I don’t have to be tough anymore…” she said

 

“it’s safe here” said the wizard

 

so she kissed him with the kiss of true love

 

now they’ve birthed two little fairies

 

this wizard

 

and the girl with gun


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration Thursday: A Poem for Breakfast

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Just for your literary enjoyment, a poem for breakfast.

All I learned about life

All I learned about life, I learned from the trees

from the birds in the sky, and the owls that hoot at night

all I learned about raising children

I learned from the birds

from the dogs and cats that often

do a better job of raising their young than we do

I learned from the birds

from the trees and the flowers

they whisper to me, and teach me to move on, they

show me how life is beautiful and that perhaps

maybe there is a god so cosmic

maybe he or she

has a strange sense of humor

all I learned about life

I learned from nature

from watching my domesticated animals give birth in my basement

from watching her nurse her young

All I learned about life

I learned

from the birds

from the trees and the flowers

from the stars in the sky

from the wind that blows

and the moon at night

All I learned about life

I learned

from nature

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration Thursday

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Something different today.

I love photos and photography, don’t you? So I thought I’d start my journal prompts on thursdays to you, in a photographic form.

And a poem, of course. About the prompt.

 

Silence

makes the sounds I hear in my

dreams

like

the fairies that flutter

like the flowers that bloom

like the sun that re-births in the morning light

like the hug my daughter gives me

the

smile on the woman’s face

when she sees my pregnancy belly

silence

it makes the sounds we often are too deaf to hear

it’s the little things

the wind blowing

the bird perched in the window sill

the

opening of your eyes every day

your breath

the gift

of life

each day

silence

makes loud noises

that we often

are too deaf to hear.

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Now, perhaps if you’re a good little monkey, I’ll post my journal page tomorow. But I rather like this photo thing, don’t you?

 

Inspiration Thursday: Thank You

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Today’s thursday. It’s also Thanksgiving. I do not celebrate thanksgiving for the origins of the slaughter of many native americans.

But I do take a minute on ANY given day to be grateful for all that I have.

We should not just take ONE day but EVERY day of the year to thank our god, the universe or whatever you believe in, for all the wonderful things you have. And thank yourself-for the choices you made in your life. In my life, I’ve encountered seen jealousy and envy. When I first met my husband, I used to tell him, “I don’t always feel so sorry for people because everyone in life has a choice to make.” And I still think that, to an extent.

Don’t feel envy for someone. Feel happy that they have something you think is nice. Be happy for them. Life is about choices. You make the choices in life. Life doesn’t just “happen” to you.

Be thankful ALL the time, not just on a designated holiday. I was thinking about a movie I saw a long time ago. This man, he was abused verbally and emotionally by his mother. At the end, he had come up with this amazing career as an athelete, thanks to his response to her abuse towards him growing up. When giving a speech, he actually thanked her. That movie always stuck out in my head, and I was thinking about it yesterday. So I wrote a poem that I thought I’d share with you.

It’s called, Thank You. I should mention that each stanza is a different person.

 

thank you

for the way you tilt your head when you laugh

thank you

for being the rebel that no one knows you are

thank you

thank you

for helping me realize that life

is about choices

and I

chose you and

my life is splendid indeed

because my choices

were positive

thank you

thank you for being my true love

thank you

for that first time you told me, “diana you ARE an artist”

Thank you.

thank you for the drawings and notes early in the morning

thank you for working hard

thank you

for teaching me

to be romantic

thank you

 

 

 

thank you

for making me a mother

thank you for the smiles and the hugs and the

cute drawings you make for me

I keep them all

thank you

for calling me your best friend

for baking in the kitchen with me like my abuela did with me

thank you

thank you for being a little light of love and hope

thank you

thank you that usually

when you don’t want to say hi to someone i know

they normally turn out to be just

a little

nutty.

thank you

and

thank you

for looking like me

for showing me

teaching me

what it is to truly love

and truly give

thank you

for teaching me the patience of the Buddha

thank you

thank you for giving me a reason

to aim for more in life

thank you

 

 

Thank you for teaching me what it means

to bless those who curse you

thank you

thank you for making my life a living hell:

out of the ashes of your shitmouth

came my poems and my art

so

thank you

for the adversity

thank you

thank you for teaching me what God ISN’T

thank you

thank you for teaching me what a mother ISN’T

thank you

 

I

thank you

 

 

thank you

for being there

for listening

for being the mother I never had

for teaching me what a REAL woman is

who God is

what life is about

thank you

and

thank you for teaching me what to look for in a man

thank you abuelita

for the advice by your bed

for the carne esmechada that no one else makes like you

did

for the cooking lessons, you

gave me your passion

in the kitchen

thank you

thank you for the way always smelled of perfume, and

not

the vieja kind

thank you

thank you abuela

thank you for the love

thank you for the stories about life in Colombia

thank you

 

 

I

thank you

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Inspiration Thursday:Dictionary Page Poems

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Finally, some inspiration! I feel like I haven’t written in such a long time. The truth is, I haven’t been writing much. But I have a fun exercise for you to try.

First, I’ll show you a picture:

Don’t get it?

Okay.

Well, being the crafty person that I am, I have a couple of dictionaries that I save just for ripping out pages, for projects. So I ripped out a few pages, and glued it into my journal.

Then, I circled words and phrases at random:

and then together, they make a poem!

Like this:

once more

a

length of time of

exsistence

eternal

a

force or cause of an effect

to increase

in power, quick; nimble

stir up

the one who doubts the existence

of god

triumph

 

————–

studded with stars

drawn to

famous people

begin to go

start a new business venture

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write

a

viewpoint

a

group of lines, basic

a

celestial body who

excels

in stardom

stash

hide away, the way a

person or thing

express in words

the

having

the

private room

so static

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God

having many abilities to

calm;

quiet without proof

causing a sensitive reaction to

relieve; ease

united by a treaty

fastening

comprehensive

the series of words

allocated

the

thing allowed

the

mixture

useful in

many ways

unsurpassed up to the

present

time

almighty god

edible

very nearly

whos

hello

with no other

is

not to mention

on

or beside the

stream of

a race

for sacred rites

as in a church

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Pretty neat stuff, eh? Sure, it may be strange to understand, but it is really cool stuff. My challenge to you? Try this at home! It’s so much fun, and definitely a nice cure for writer’s block.

You could even color in the little circles if you wanted to.

AND you could re-word what you circle. I didn’t, but you could if you wanted to. I mean to say that you could write another poem, from the words you picked and circled.

I hope you like today’s challenge! And I hope that you all comment, and let me know if you do it, and how it worked for you!

Inspiration Thursday: Recycled Poetry

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Today, instead of art journaling, I decided to do something a little different.

I happened to be looking through my file cabinet, and stumbled upon a folder with some of my really old poetry. So today, to combat a bit of writer’s block, I decided to recycle a couple of old poems.

I hope you like them.

 

The first one, is a sappy love poem.

 

I love you

 

I love you

I love you for the years that pass, that we share together

I love you for the memories

I love you for the man that you are

I love you for the artist you allow me to be, the crazy, mad woman you encourage me to be, I

love you

I love you for the grey hairs in my head that I wonder if you caused

I love you for the way you tilt your head when you laugh, I

love you

I love you for the stories you tell me about life in

Puerto Rico, I

love you for seeing eye to eye with me,

I

love you

and though years pass, and

life happens

bodies age, and the world changes constantly

I

love you

always

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so that’s that one.  Do you want to see the original? Well you’re lucky that I LIKE the original. So, here goes (same title, duh)

 

I love you for what I see in you

I love you for who I am when I am with you

I love you

I love you more than the stars in the sky at night

I love you more than the brighthness of the sun in the day, and coolness of the moon at night

I love you more than all those things:

I love you for all eternity

You

are the smile on my face when I hear a love song

you

are the innocence in me that I felt as a child,

you

I love you like my heart beating

like the rain pouring

and more than that,

I love you

always

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This next one, is my ode to an old beatnick, who used to sit in Van Gogh’s Ear. Every tuesday (for the open mic) he would read his poems, and you could tell, he was a real beatnick. His poems inspired me to write this one, about 13 or 14 years ago.  First, the remake, then you can check out the original. Okay?

So, the remake.

It’s called:

Clean

 

Clean

clean

clean

room

face

curls

love

clean

clean hands

clean mouth

no potty mouth

clean

wash my hands and feet, I’m

clean

dirty

unclean

unkempt

gotta keep clean

clean

clean

clean

hands

feet

soul

heart

mind

body

gotta wash my soul with organic soap

before “love” comes around,

before

bibles come sneaking

make up my own philosophy

my OWN truth, my

own

religion

think up some thoughts

make them up as I go

along

follow all the rules

for when “love” comes around….

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so that’s that. Granted, it’s me being a skeptic. But I kind of am, anyway.

So here’s the original.

I don’t like it very much. I’ll share it with you anyway, though.

 

clean room

clean face

clean hair

i wash my hands

for divinity

and love

dirty room

unclean face

gotta clean myself

gotta wash myself with color safe bleach,

wash my sins away,

gotta wash my face

my teeth and nails

before grace shows itself

to me

gotta think up some thoughts

make up my own philosophy

on life and god and nonsense

my very own

truth

gotta think up some thoughts

make them up as I go along

gotta impress

gotta follow all the rules

when “love” comes around…..

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again yeah. I was being a skeptic. I wrote this when I left the pentecostal church and went off to philosophize on my own.

So, here’s the inspiration for you: why don’t you dig up some of your old work, and re-do it? Weather it’s poetry, prose, short stories, or drawing, or whatever. It’s fun.  Dig up your old work, and re-work it! See what you come up with.

 

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